Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Then he put the car in reverse and peeled off, leaving tread marks on my dad’s precious cobblestone drive.
“He shouldn’t talk to you like that.”
“He hates me,” I said. “It’s fine.”
The shock had faded. When I thought about it, I wasn’t really surprised my dad called me that. I’d almost become numb to his eternal disappointment.
“It’s not fucking fine.” Bellamy took a hard right, then floored it onto the main strip of the highway.
“It could be worse.” I knew his dad was an asshole. At least mine wasn’t violent.
By the time we pulled into Bellamy’s house, he wasn’t as tense. He shoved the key in the lock, and I turned back to stare at the empty drive.
“Is your mom here?” I asked before following him into his house.
“No. Grandpa took her and Arlo to some flea market over in Georgia yesterday.” He tossed his keys to the coffee table, then dragged a hand through his messy hair.
I watched him for a moment. No one had ever defended me or stood up for me, and they certainly hadn’t put themselves between me and my father’s ugly words. But Bellamy had. Whatever thread of resolve I was hanging onto, whatever excuses I had for avoiding this, evaporated.
I kissed him hard, tugging at his hair as my body bowed towards him like he owned it.
“You told my dad to fuck off.”
“Yeah.” He grabbed my hips. Then slammed his lips over mine in an angry kiss. “No one disrespects you.”
“What if I want you to?” I shoved his hand between my thighs.
A smirk pulled at his lips. “I didn’t get you expelled yet,” he said, even though he was already lifting my skirt
“I told you our deal was off.”
“So you wanna be disrespected…” He placed a light hand on my throat, then yanked my underwear down with the other. “That’s what you want, baby girl?”
Hell yes, I did.
He shoved his fingers inside me as he backed me across the room. “Because as long as I’ve waited for this.” His fingers went deeper. “Fucking waited…”
He had, and so had I.
He pulled away from me just long enough to strip out of his shirt, then he was right back on me, hands between my legs and teeth raking over my neck.
By the time he backed me into his room, he had me completely naked and my body strung tight.
My legs hit the edge of his mattress. He shoved me back, covering my body with his.
Each brush of his hand over my bare skin sent the rabid need only Bellamy stirred within me spreading like wildfire.
My hands went to his zipper, tugging his jeans over his hips. When I fisted his hard dick, he groaned and reached for something on the floor. He moved back, his gaze set between my spread legs as he rolled a condom over his shaft.
“I’m gonna fuck you up so good,” he said. Then he shoved my legs beside my head and slammed into me without an ounce of mercy. Just like he promised. My breath caught as he stilled, buried inside me.
“God-fucking-damn.” His fingers dug into my legs in a bruising grip before his pace quickened. Every thrust hard and punishing, like he hated me and wanted me in equal measure.
I wanted more, for him to lose all control. “Thought you hated me,” I said, raking my nails over his broad back.
His teeth sunk into my shoulder on a thrust that had my breath catching in my lungs. “So much.”
Bellamy was everything I thought he would be and more. Brutal, raw, powerful. He made anyone before him seem tame and demure.
“Your pussy feels so good.”
My head hit the headboard with each thrust. A moan slipped from my lips, and heat built within me, tightening and coiling as I fought for breath.
“Do you like the way I feel inside you?”
I grabbed his ass on a moan, pulling him deeper inside as an answer.
“Tell me how good it feels.”
“So fucking good.”
“It’s about to feel a lot better.”
He went deeper. Harder. Brushing against me with each roll of his hips until my body fell apart. Like he’d dug his way so far inside me, he was plucking apart every fiber that held me together. And when he had me gasping for my next breath, every nerve ending burning bright, his hold on my hips tightened and he rolled over.
“Now. You get me off, baby girl.”
I moved over him, my entire body sparking like a live wire.
“Faster.”
He pulled and tugged at my hips, forcing me over him harder before he threw his head back on a deep groan.
The faster I moved, the more unhinged he became, until I felt mindless in the insanity of it.
His head jerked back on the pillow, abs tensing, grip tightening. The muscles in his shoulders strained as he let out a guttural grunt.